so. i finally chopped my hair off.

everyone at the salon asked if i was in college. i was the worst-dressed one there in my paint-splattered, hole-filled disneyland shirt from 5th grade, old sandals, mismatched socks, dirty, worn-in jeans and old faded blue bandana i stole from the girls.

i made the woman who did my eyebrows cackle in mid-wax.


[still sick]

current mood: primped
current music: new dress by luckie strike [again]

she finds not being taught is the only way to learn
faster, here we go....